Date: Mon, 20 Feb 2023 15:06:33 +0000 (GMT)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 140d

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"Come here and give me a hug. I will just have to look more spectacular
than she does."

Relief had flooded my body. I pulled him to me and kissed him, "You know if
there was any other way..."

If all went as planned, the Dowager Grand Duchess would be my partner and
my cousin Alexandra would just be in the procession, but behind myself and
Davy. I couldn't avoid having her there, but at least she would not be on
my arm.

Hopefully, it would all work out our way and Davy's feelings would be
saved.

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Operation Pied Piper – Part 140d –

Folks, it has been suggested that I list the minor characters appearing in
each chapter, so here goes.

Part 140d minor characters making an appearance:

Forts - ... Only joking

Nathan Grand – (Mr G) The heavily tattooed partner of Percy – Davy's
gay uncle.

Percy Davidson (Mr P) – Davy's, teacher uncle.

Cornelius Lillis (Lillis) – The Viscount Winterbourne – 17yr old son
of the Marquess of Dunbar - Member of rugby team

Robert Milner – Photographer – Has studio in grounds of Castle Fraser

Richard Talon (Talon) 16yr old student – Member of rugby team

Andrei – Forts and Davy's Russian Chauffeur


Percy takes up the story

It was my birthday, not that anyone seemed to have remembered, not even
Nathan. I suppose with everyone concentrating on the events to take place
starting tomorrow at Pittodrie... Oh well, never mind, just another year
older after all.

Luckily, Nathan and I were not involved in all the nonsense over at
Pittodrie. I decided on a quiet night with my book. I pulled my dressing
gown round me and sipped my drink. But as the saying goes, 'the best laid
plans...'

"Nathan! Where are we going? Where are you taking me?"

Nathan grinned and winked. "You will see."

Moments before, Nathan, my partner, had dragged me from my chair, refusing
to tell me what was happening, only that I had to follow him. I had tried
to protest about being only in my dressing gown, my complaints were
ignored. We seemed to be descending into the bowels of the Castle. "This
way."

"The wash rooms? But why? I have had my bath."

Nathan pushed open the first door into the room holding the large communal
baths. Steam billowed out of the open door. I looked at him, "Quickly,
someone has left the taps on. Athol will have a fit."

Nathan winked, "Athol won't know. Now in you go and meet the boys."

I felt my dressing gown pulled from my back as I walked into the steam,
"Nathan, I am naked."

"Shush and enjoy. Happy Birthday."

Unseen hands began to caress my body, hidden in the tentacles of billowing
steam surrounding my body. Blindly I moved forward, no I was led
forward. Hands gripping my cock and balls, my nipples, my arse cheeks.

A tongue at my ear, nibbling, licking, kissing, "Are you okay?" It was my
Nathan. "Enjoy, there is nothing to worry about."

I was guided up the small steps and then down into the warm water. A mouth
pushed to mine, the tongue snaked into my mouth. All I knew was it wasn't
Nathan's. Young and virile, it tasted of young man.

It pulled from my mouth and I heard a chuckle as a hand caressed the side
of my face. It cupped my cheek as the mouth went to my ear. I groaned as
the lips nibbled my ear lobe. "You are a great kisser, Mr Davidson, or can
we call you Mr P?"

"Keep doing that and you can call me what you like," I mumbled.

Another chuckle, "Oh, we are just getting started, Mr P."

I knew that voice, "Lillis?"

Another chuckle. The hand slid from my cheek down my arm and guided it
forward into the steam. My fingers wrapped round a steel hard young cock,
not huge, just a nice six inches with a good thickness and a velvety
foreskin. It retracted as I gripped the shaft. My thumb rubbed over the
exposed bellend, coating it in the boy juice oozing out. This time, the
groan wasn't mine.

Unconsciously, I moved my head lower. My lips opened at the first touch of
the juicy cockhead. Instinctively, my tongue lapped at the honey. My turn
to groan. Hands moved to the top of my head and eased me downwards. The
juicy taut plum popped fully into my mouth. My lips formed a tight seal
under the glans ridge.

"Oh, yes..." Lillis groaned again and rocked his hips forward, forcing
another inch of his shaft into my willing mouth. I licked up the back of
the shaft, between his glans, flicking at the taut skin of his frenulum. I
was rewarded with yet more precum. This boy produced the freshest boy
honey.

"Hey Lillis, stop hogging him." More fingers pushed through my hair,
slightly turning my head to my right.

Lillis laughed, "Fuck off, Talon. Wait your turn." Lillis groaned again,
thrusting another inch of his dick into my mouth. "God, this is good, Mr
G."

I heard Nathan laugh. He sat down next to me on the bench. He kissed my
cheek, "Are you okay?"

Needless to say I couldn't speak, I am not sure I can even describe the
noise I made.

Nathan laughed, "Oops, no speaking with your mouthful. Talon, where are
you?"

"Here Mr G."

The steam swirled around and I saw another fit, taut, naked teenage body
appear out of the gloom to my right. Nathan leant forward and swallowed
down the cock presented to him.

Another thrust from Lillis and my lips were buried in his pubes. Fuck, his
cock was hard, pulsing from its root to the tip. His hands had slipped to
the back of my head and he leant forward, thrusting upward with his hips,
pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. With each thrust, his bellend
smeared more boy honey over my taste buds. He was driving me crazy with
desire. I feasted on his young meat like an animal.

His hands left my head, he leant to the left. I couldn't see what he was
doing. I heard a 'pssst' sound. One of his hands returned to my face, his
fingers blocking one side of my nose. I felt the small glass bottle against
my other nostril. The chemical smell flooded into me as I breathed in, "Now
the other side," Lillis cooed above me as he moved his fingers. I took
another breath and then he repeated the cycle twice more. As I took my
final breath, the buzz hit me, my mouth flooded with saliva, something
flicked in my brain and I became a cock hungry fiend. My hands clamped on
his firm arse cheeks, pulling him hard forward. My nose was pushed flat
against his pubes, the smell of his body joining the jumble of flavours and
smells engulfing me.

"Lick my balls, sir," Lillis gasped as he pulled my head off his
cock. Desperately I tried to get his meaty stick back in my mouth, I wanted
it, I needed it. Lillis lifted his leg and pushed it on to the bench I was
sitting on in the bath. "Lick my balls." He hissed again as he thrust his
ball sac into my face. His balls hung low. They were in a smooth sac and
the size of walnuts. His sac was a loose velvety bag, it made me think of
an old leather coin purse. I pushed my mouth against it, sucking one of his
eggs into my desperately hungry mouth.

"Oh fuck, yes," Lillis ground his balls into my face.

There was a crash behind us as the door burst open. My first thought was oh
no it's Athol! The thought quickly vanished as several voices began to sing
happy birthday. Lillis moved, putting his leg down.

"Where is the birthday boy?" I heard the chink of glasses. The steam seemed
to open and standing behind me were Landers and Gregor, both naked, one
carrying an ice bucket containing several bottles of Champagne, the other
had his fists full of champagne flutes.

"Courtesy of His Imperial Highness and His Grace... or as we call them,
Davy and Forts!"

I turned to Nathan. He kissed me, "You really didn't think everyone had
forgotten, did you? Davy and Forts apologise they couldn't be here, Chris
too, but tomorrow is their big weekend. They promise to make it up to you
afterwards."

I swallowed, feeling my eyes watering.

Nathan waggled his finger, "No tears... Pour the Champagne chaps." He
kissed me again.

Was it because the water was cooling? Who knows? But the steam seemed to be
clearing. Sitting round the communal bath were now Nathan, Landers, Gregor,
Talon and Lillis. The six of us sat chatting and drinking Champagne. Lillis
took my empty glass and placed it on the ridge of the bath. He winked,
"Ready to continue?"

I glanced at Nathan, who was sitting with Talon. He smiled and nodded, "Go
on, it's your birthday after all."

Before he had finished, Lillis had pulled my hand into his lap. He grinned
as I wrapped my fingers round his thick shaft once more and leant into me,
pushing his mouth to mine. Again, I felt his tongue push in to my
mouth. This kid had uncontrolled passion. I melted as he wrapped his arms
round me and pulled me closer. Christ, I was old enough to be his father,
but that age difference didn't seem to bother him. We kissed like young
lovers, oblivious to those others around us.

"Let me suck you," He whispered in my ear. I moved up to sit on the ridge
of the bath. He moved forward, easing my knees apart, getting himself as
close as he could to me. Of course, I was hard like him. He gripped my cock
and gently rolled down my foreskin. It was funny guys who had foreskins
were always much gentler with us uncut guys. Those without foreskins were
usually much rougher, forgetting it was attached in several places perhaps,
who knows?

Lillis moved closer to my cock as my bellend revealed itself, moaning,
"Nice." His other hand slipped under my ball sac, cradling and gently
gripping my balls as he took my bellend in to his mouth. His tongue, firm
and muscular, lapped over my cockhead and then tried to bury itself between
my cock lips. I groaned and thrust my cock upwards, forcing the tip of his
young tongue deeper. I reached for the poppers bottle and breathed
deeply. My head exploded, I wanted this young stud to fuck me. I slipped
back down to the bench in the water. Lillis stepped back, momentarily
confused by my sudden move. I lifted my feet on to the bench and spread my
feet wide.

Lillis began to smile, he moved closer, his hard cock pushed against my
taint and hole. He grinned at Nathan, "Is it okay Mr G?"

Nathan broke from snogging Talon and nodded, "Go for it. Remember, it is
his birthday. Make it a good one!"

Lillis was beaming, "It will be my pleasure, Mr G!" Lillis turned back to
me and nibbled my ear again, whispering, "Up a bit so I can lube you up." I
lifted out of the water and groaned as Lillis slipped some Vaseline into my
arse. He worked it round, the heat of my arse melting it, getting me ready
for this young stud.

Lillis positioned his cock at my hole and eased forward. I gave a
satisfying moan as my hole swallowed in his cockhead. Gently, we lowered me
back to the bench under the water and Lillis pushed his cock home. He began
to thrust into me. The water between our stomachs slapped noisily against
us. His cock had the perfect curve and not being too big, it constantly
pressed against my prostate.

"You enjoying that?" It was Nathan.

I gasped, "yes," just as he held the bottle of poppers to my nostril
again. He giggled and counted, "One, two, three."

I howled out "Fourrrrr," as Lillis ground his cock deep into me. My cock
was trapped between us and being massaged by this stud's washboard abs.

Nathan kissed my ear, whispering, "Enjoy it."

I couldn't speak, just moan as Lillis thrust his hard cock back into me. I
reached for his teenage nipples and squeezed them. "Oh yes, you fucker." He
groaned and thrust harder, pistoning his seventeen-year-old cock in and out
of my thirty something ass. Christ, what age was I? Shit, who cares! I
leant back as far as could, still gripping his nipples. His breathing was
becoming ragged. The water between us a froth. With my cock stimulated
beyond all reason, I felt my balls tighten. I lifted myself up as high as I
could. My bellend broke the surface of the water and exploded, spraying my
thick cum over his abs in a line stretching to his chin. I felt my
sphincter clench down on the base of his shaft, He mumbled, "Oh shit!" and
gave one last thrust into me, slopping water over the side of the bath on
to the floor beyond. "Arrrgggh." His cock spasmed a dozen times inside me,
flooding my insides with his boy cream. He fell forward on to me,
collapsing into my arms, he pushed his mouth to mine. We snogged, his cock
still throbbing inside me, expelling the last of the juice from his balls.

He lifted his head, and he looked into my eyes, "Happy birthday Mr P. That
was amazing... for an old guy."

"Old guy? You cheeky fucker."

Lillis splashed away, me in hot pursuit. I grabbed him and we both slipped,
vanishing below the surface of the water. Laughing and spluttering, we both
surfaced. He winked and kissed me, "Any time, sir, any time."

There was a peal of laughter from the other guys. Hey, I had just been
fucked by a teenager in front of everyone.


**

Davy picks up the story

Well, today was the day, the first day of the Russian events weekend. The
week was ending better than it had started. Mishcon had been in touch,
everything was now in place, it was only awaiting a judges' final say and
Forts and I would be Aaran's legal parents.

The whole house was a buzz. Poor Andrei had been shuttling back and forth
to the station all morning, bringing the guests to the house. Darius and
Tobias, unable to help as they were staying close to Forts and me with so
many 'unknown' people staying in the house. As the guests arrived, Dima had
welcomed them all and then handed them over to Denis in his capacity as
Chamberlain, who had shown them to their rooms.

I was already dressed and ready, Forts always took longer than me. The
clock was striking half-past one. The initial event was to start at two
o'clock. I made my way from the living room into the corridor leading to
our bedroom. Darius and Tobias were both standing outside our bedroom
door. I came to an abrupt halt and gasped. Darius was examining a pistol he
was holding. He was in deep conversation with Tobias. They suddenly noticed
me and Darius pushed the gun under his jacket. He could obviously see my
worried face. "Everything will be alright Davy, it's just a precaution."

I swallowed and nodded, "Yes," I reached for the door handle, shaking my
head, "I don't think I will ever get used to seeing them... Are you
carrying one too Tobias?"

Tobias nodded and pulled back his jacket. I nodded, "Good, good." I
swallowed, feeling my emotions suddenly overwhelming me. "Don't let
anything happen to him." My voice failed me as I opened the door and went
inside. I stood behind the door, leaning back against it and breathed
deeply, calming myself.

I could hear voices in the ensuite. I forced myself to smile and headed
in. Forts was inside getting ready, with Marcus and Albert assisting
him. It was funny to see both Marcus and Albert wearing footman's outfits,
but it was all hands to the pumps, and as soon as they finished with us,
they were off down to join the rest of the team in the main ballroom.

They both nodded to me, acknowledging me, "Davy."

I returned their smiles. Forts was looking at himself in the mirror, while
Marcus attached the last of his awards to his chest. Forts' reflection
looked amazing. Making eye contact with him in the mirror, I winked, "Well,
darling, are you ready?"

He turned to face me, "As I ever will be. How do I look?"

"Very smart." I winked again.

*

Count Samara thought it would be better if the first sighting of Forts was
as he entered the Ballroom; build a bit of excitement and tension, he
said. So, we had made ourselves scarce both as the guests arrived at the
house and again as they made their way down to the Ballroom for the
event. We had spent the morning playing with Draco, Arran, Andrew and the
pups, before it came time to get ready.

Prince Dima and his mother, the Princess Anastasia Chikenoff, met and
greeted everyone as they arrived down the stairs from their rooms. They
knew everyone anyway, so their presence would provide much needed
continuity and a connection to the past. The guests were shown into the
Ballroom and made comfortable, allowing a much-needed time for them to
renew old acquaintances, before the ceremony started.

*

"Ready?" It was Dima.

Forts nodded, "Lead the way."

We left the bedroom. I watched as Darius, and Tobias moved to either side
of Forts and me. McPhee was waiting in the sitting room with Andrew and
Aaran. I was handed Draco by Edik, who then hurried off to get into
position. McPhee picked up Aaran, while Dima took Andrew's hand. We made
our way down the staircase and were met and greeted by Denis, the Dowager
Grand Duchess, and the Princesses Chikenoff, and Maloshia. With the
exception of the Dowager Grand Duchess, the others all bowed to Forts as we
approached.

We formed up outside the doors of the Ballroom. Forts smiled at me,
"Ready?" I winked, repeating what he said every time he was asked that, "As
I ever will be." He smiled and turned to his front.


**

Vlad continues the story

We were standing on a raised carpeted dais that had been constructed in
front of the huge portraits of Forts' parents. Count Samara winked at me as
the trumpet fanfare rang out. I was standing next to him, Bishop Navarofski
and Edik. It was easy to forget that Edik, being a member of the Imperial
Vassiiliov family, was a Prince in his own right, but had chosen to just
appear as a Priest. The Bishop and I were both wearing magnificent golden
embroidered robes and mitres, Edik in the full black robes of a priest. We
all stood looking out across a sea of faces. Many of them nodding towards
the Bishop and Count Samara, who they already knew. Princes, princesses,
Dukes, duchesses, counts, everyone who was anyone, and who had survived the
massacres from the old Imperial Court was here.

Count Samara had been involved in planning the event
throughout. Effectively, he was the master of ceremonies. Now, we would see
if his gambles paid off.

It was the initial welcoming event, and the first time many of the
assembled, with the exception of the close family and those who lived up at
the Castle and Pittodrie had seen Forts since the London Ball he had hosted
with Theodora. Sorry, I should use his official title, His Imperial
Highness the Grand Duke, Drageon Drageonivanov Romanov, heir apparent to
the Russian Throne. This was the first of the three formal events of the
weekend and was billed rather informally, as 'meet the family'. Count
Samara stood impassively. If he was nervous, it didn't show. I knew I was.

There was a barked order and the military band, which had been playing
Russian folk tunes, fell silent and came to attention.

The hum of voices went quiet as from over near the main doors five
ceremonial trumpeters began a Royal fanfare. As it concluded, the huge gilt
and white ballroom doors swung slowly open. Denis stepped into the room in
his official uniform as Forts' Chamberlain. Almost unseen, Tobias slipped
in on the other side, his eyes fixed, scanning the crowd.

Denis slammed his staff to the floor three times and proclaimed in a loud
voice. "His Imperial Highness the Grand Duke, Drageon Drageonivanov Romanov
and family."

Forts and the Dowager Grand Duchess appeared at the door. I heard a number
of gasps, Samara winked at me. Denis continued, "Her Imperial Highness, The
Grand Duchess Katrina Truorwskoy. His Imperial Highness the Grand Duke,
Draco Drageonivanov Romanov. His Highness, Prince Dimitri Chikenoff. Her
Highness, Princess Anastasia Chikenoff. Her Highness, Princess Alexandra
Maloshia. His Grace the Duke of Pittodrie. The Baronet Kingholm. Mr Andrew
Davis. Mr Arran Morris."

The band struck up the March of the 'Life Guards Sankt-Peterburgsky.'
Forts and the Grand Duchess entered the room, the Duchess's hand lightly
holding Forts' arm. Immediately behind was Davy carrying Draco, Dima with
little Andrew walking beside him, and McPhee carrying Aaran. Then came the
two princesses. Darius slipped into the room and matched Tobias' position
just a couple of feet from Forts, Tobias on the right, Darius to the
left. It was amazing how easy it was to not even notice them.

Whilst the ladies all looked amazing in beautiful gowns, their jewels
sparkling in the light, it was the men who stood out most. All the males in
the official party were wearing brilliant white tunics with heavy gold
braid shoulder boards and black trousers and patent black leather
shoes. Forts and Davy were both wearing their turquoise sashes of 'The
Order of St Andrew the First Called' with brilliant stars. Around all the
men's waists were white and gold belts, and each was carrying their officer
style peaked caps tucked under their arms. Forts' beard was neatly
trimmed. Anyone seeing him would have thought Nicholas II had risen from
the dead and walked into the room. Only his moustache was slightly less
flamboyant, more that of a young Nicolas. The three young boys, Draco,
Andrew, and Aaran, were in little stripped sailor suit tops and dark blue
trousers and black shoes.

There were definitely some puzzled looks, but polite applause accompanied
the Imperial party as they slowly made their way along the laid out route
to the dais. Darius and Tobias, both near invisible. I watched as the great
and the good of the exiled Russian nobility bowed and curtseyed as the
party went past. The Bishop and I waited for them on top of the dais for
them all to arrive. Our presence, adding to the symbolism, confirming the
church's support for Forts and his position.

Forts helped the Grand Duchess up the stairs and then knelt before the
Bishop and kissed the cross, while the Bishop blessed him. This was
followed by an obviously nervous Edik splashing Forts rather too
enthusiastically with holy water using his aspergillum. I saw Forts raise
his eyebrow and Edik blushed, mumbling, "Oh, sorry." With the rest of the
party blessed, they took up their positions.

On the dais there was a chair for the Grand Duchess, everyone else had to
stand. Forts stood next to the seated Grand Duchess, then, Davy stepped
forward. He leant down and kissed the Grand Duchess on the cheek. She
publicly kissed him back and Draco too. Davy stood and then moved so he was
standing immediately to Forts' right, holding Draco, their son, in his
arms. I wondered how many saw the look of love the two of them exchanged
before Forts turned back to face the assembled dignitaries.

The ceremony got under way, with Denis calling out the names of the 'Great
and the Good' in order of royal precedence. They then made their way to the
dais. To greet Forts and the 'family' they had to negotiate three carpeted
steps up onto the dais, then kneel before Forts, take his hands and kiss
them. This part of the ceremony took some time. Draco managed to achieve
what we all wished we could and slept throughout most of it.

At the end, Forts gave a short speech, thanking everyone for attending and
telling them how much he looked forward to speaking to them all
individually over the next couple of days. The official part of the
ceremony was nearly over.

As Forts turned to assist the Grand Duchess to stand, a lone voice, soon
joined by many others, began calling out, "Da zdravstvuet sleduyushciy
Tsar, Nicholas III" (Long live the next Tsar, Nicholas III)

Forts faltered, he understood what was being shouted, but hadn't been
expecting it. The Grand Duchess Truorwskoy smiled and stood nodding. She
turned to Forts, gave a low curtsey, took his hands and brought them to her
lips and kissed them. I could see Forts was stunned, he glanced round at
Davy and then to Count Samara, this hadn't been rehearsed. Samara nodded
and mouthed, "Carry on, Prince." I think we all looked at each other, that,
some would say small gesture by the Dowager Grand Duchess had put beyond
doubt, Forts' position as head of the surviving Romanovs in Britain.

Just in time, the band struck up "Boze, tsarya chrany". (God, Save The
Tsar.) With the Duchess at his side, Forts snapped to attention, everyone
did. Davy stiffened, Draco in his arms, and in perfect Russian began to
sing with everyone else as a shell-shocked and obviously embarrassed Forts
stared straight ahead.

As the anthem finished, Forts visibly exhaled. He turned and offered his
arm to the Grand Duchess. She hesitated, smiled, and waved Davy with Draco
forward. Davy gave a head bow to Forts and passed him Draco. The Grand
Duchess then took both Davy and Forts' arms and the four of them descended
the three stairs, Forts and Draco on one side and Davy on the other. Yes,
Darius and Tobias, grey shadows following them all.

Finally, we were back on script, well nearly. No one expected Davy to bow
to Forts. I was sure to rib him about that after. The relief and joy were
all too clear on Forts' smiling face.

As the party processed through the hall to leave, Forts' face was now
beaming. The bows and curtseys were now being given with much more
gusto. Then as they passed, cries of "Ura, ura, ura" (Hurrah, Hurrah,
Hurrah) rang out. Forts' position as head of the Romanov family in Britain
had been well and truly reinforced, whether he wanted that position or not.

The doors closed behind them all, and an excited hubbub returned to the
hall. Forts, Davy, and the rest of the party would be back shortly to
mingle, just as soon as Denis and his team had the buffet laid out.


**

Forts takes up the story

The doors closed behind us. I was still holding Draco, I gave him a great
big kiss. "You did so well!" I know he couldn't understand, but, hey. Next,
still cradling Draco, I hugged the Dowager Grand Duchess and then Davy,
"You never bow to me! Do you hear me? I love you so much. That was
naughty." Davy hugged me back, "I thought it might help..." I kissed him,
and he took Draco from my arms. I then hugged everyone else.

This first event had gone wildly better than I could have hoped for. Samara
and Vlad appeared, I hurried to them and embraced them both. Samara was
smiling warmly. He stepped back and bowed, "Your Imperial Highness."

I grabbed him, "After today, you never have to call me that Count. Thank
you, thank you."

Dima stepped forward. "Forts, are you ready for the official photographs to
be taken?"

"Only after I have hugged you, my friend." I pulled Dima close to me and
kissed his cheek and whispered in his ear, "Can you ever forgive me? I
spoke to you abysmally. Know I will always love you like my brother."

Dima stepped back, obviously overjoyed. He nodded and bowed, smiling, "Your
Imperial Highness," then winked.

The official photographs of just the family were taken in the main drawing
room overlooking the lawns. Then more informal ones with Radost and Nadya
added in were taken. Next we were led back into the Ballroom and yet more
photographs with those that wanted them taken with me. I couldn't have been
prouder or happier, as many wanted my Davy holding Draco standing next to
me.

A talk and mingle buffet lunch followed, and the event came to a close. We
would all meet again later for the formal evening meal.


                         **********************

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